Thirteen Ghosts Stories Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Have you ever found ectoplasm left behind from this phantom or smelled sulfur?” “How the hell do you even know that? I thought you were a lycan?” Now, I’m sure Everly is hiding something. Why the hell would she know information on how to track or tell if a spirit was around. I know it’s general knowledge, but other supernaturals don’t tend to care about other supernaturals. Ghosts are supernaturals, but they are looked down upon because spirits aren’t meant to stay in the realm. Ghosts can be human or supernatural, but if they are supernatural, they don’t keep their abilities. Spirits belong to Death

"How much do you know about ghosts, Sam Holiday? You're the first man in decades not to run screaming from me. Usually, I spend my manifestation time hiding from the inhabitants of the house. You're the first one who hasn't been frightened." He shrugged. "I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's t

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

Instead, I folded my hands in my lap and stared out the window, trying to stay calm even as anxiety twisted in my stomach. An hour later, the familiar road to Blackthorn camping grounds disappeared behind us. Tall, ancient trees closed in — darker, thicker, older than they should be. My heart jolted. “Um… guys? This is Winchester Forest,” I said, voice rising with panic. “We’re not supposed to be here. My mom warned me specifically. People disappear—” Marcus laughed loudly from the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.”

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

“Why is that your first thought? Of all the supernatural things, you jump straight to ghosts?” “Yes, ghosts!” she shot back, crossing her arms. “We live in a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, Lia! Ghosts aren’t that far-fetched!” “Okay, okay, fair point,” I conceded, holding up my hands. “And don’t even pretend they’re not real,” she added quickly. “I’ve heard too many stories to believe otherwise.” “Stories, huh?” I smirked. “Let me guess, you heard about some haunted house from a ‘friend of a friend’?”

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

She would tell everyone she met that she was Feather Group’s young madam. Years later, a horrifying legend about a deformed female ghost started spreading in Tacoma City. There was a city in Celestial Empire named Tacoma City. Here, they had a popular myth about a disfigured female ghost. Whenever children cried at night, they would stop crying for three days when they heard about it! Back home, Frankie had showered ten times before he finally felt less nauseous. However, when he recalled the scenes of himself fooling around with Hilary, he couldn’t resist throwing up again.

Strickland was not on her side. Patsy would have helped her; she was almost certain. But she had taken ill recently and was on leave. She hoped that, once she recovered, her mother would have her back, and then she would tell her everything. She knew that Patsy would help her. The other ladies were all strict and rude, just like the aptly named Ms. Strickland. It would do no good to try to tell them. So Meggy cried herself to sleep each night, hoping to be lucky and not to be awoken in a few hours by the sound of the monster creeping up the stairs. This night, she tucked herself in tightly, hoping perhaps if the blankets were taut enough, he’d give up and go away. That had never worked befor